Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.